(Mikey’s POV)
Last night, Cole used my throat like the cum dump I am.
He finally let me taste it: his load. And I can still feel it coating the back of my tongue, clinging to the walls of my throat. My spit’s still thicker than normal. Like I’ve been permanently marked from the inside out. No matter how much I drank or gargled or wiped my mouth, the taste stayed.
Salt. Heat. Him.
It was like something in me changed the moment I swallowed his load. Something I can’t take back.
And now I’m here.
In my girlfriend’s bed. With her lips wrapped around my cock. Trying not to think about him. She moaned softly, like she thought that would help. Her hand stroked my thigh. Her tongue circled the head of my cock. I watched her work, all slow and sweet and eager trying to please me. She always was good to me. Better than I deserved.
But my cock wasn't hard. Not really. Not the way I got for Cole last night.
I tried to focus. I reached down, ran my fingers through her hair, pushed my dick little deeper into her mouth. She gagged lightly, eyes flicking up at me like she was proud of herself.
But nothing. Just a dull ache.
No pulse, no rush, no fire.
“Babe,” she said softly, pulling off my cock for a second, her hand still stroking me.
“You’re not yet hard. Wanna play with my tits a little to help?”
She lifted her shirt, tried to tease it out of me..cute and playful.
“No, no,” I muttered. “You’re doing good.”
I grabbed her face with both hands, fingers threading into her hair to hold it back. My palms cupped her cheeks, gently, like I wanted this to feel intimate. I tilted my head back against the pillow, eyes shut.
And that was the moment. That was when I saw Cole.
The way his cock had been buried in my throat last night. Heavy, thick, choking me so deep my nose was pressed against his groin, his pubes scratching at my skin. I remembered how his taste lingered even now, how it felt when he growled “fuck yeah” as he emptied himself down my throat.
I twitched.
Then throbbed.
And the thought of him made me hard instantly, painfully, fully. I bucked forward, shoved her mouth back down onto my cock. My hips started moving on their own. I was fucking her face now, and she didn’t complain, just let me.
Trusted me. Like she always did.
Gulp.
Gulp.
Gulp.
Her throat worked around me, taking it deeper. She moaned a little, trying to match my pace. But my cock wasn’t hard for her. None of this was.
Because while my body was here, my mind was in that living room.
My head was full of him. Cole’s voice. Cole’s body. That thick, overpowering scent of him; his sweat after a workout, the musk that stuck to the inside of my nose like it belonged there, like I’d earned it. The heavy press of his cock on my tongue, the weight of his dominance, the way I’d looked up at him with tears in my eyes and spit stringing from my lips and he just kept going. Like I was made for it.
I fucked her face harder.
Guilt flooded me. Shame tried to claw its way in.
But the truth was louder. I couldn’t get hard without thinking of my straight roommate now. I needed it. His scent, his control and his cock in my mouth.
I came suddenly, breath hitching. Not because she did something special. Not because her mouth felt good. But because I imagined Cole growling “That’s it boy, take it.”
I pulled out, panting, heart racing.
She looked up at me, lips swollen, smiling. “Better?”
I nodded. But inside I felt different. Because I knew now, no matter what I told myself, no matter who I dated; some part of me was already owned by an alpha.
And I think I liked it. I was becoming obsessed. Obsessed with being an alpha man’s dirty little cum dump.
And there was no going back.
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(Cole’s POV)
“Don’t think about that cumdump.”
That’s what I told myself as I pushed my girlfriend’s head down onto my cock.
We were in my room, lights low, door closed. She was on her knees between my thighs, hands braced on my abs like she always did when she tried to deepthroat me.
Always looked so fucking sweet doing it like she was trying to impress me.
But tonight?
Tonight, I barely felt it.
She gagged halfway down, lips stretching, spit pooling. “Baby..” she gasped, pulling back, “you’re being too rough.”
I exhaled through my nose, jaw tight. “What?”
“You never push like that.” She wiped her mouth. “You know I can’t take that whole monster cock. I can barely get halfway.”
I looked down at her. Blonde. Beautiful. Still mine.
And yet Mikey.
Fucking Mikey.
That slut took every inch of my dick last night without complaining. His eyes were watering, nose pressed to my skin and still didn’t tap out or even flinch. Just opened up and took it like he would do anything to please me.
And I’d lost it.
I buried myself in his throat and fucked his face like it belonged to me. Hell, it does now.
When I finally came, it wasn’t just a release; it was a claim. A mark. I didn’t want to admit it last night, but I nutted in his mouth by accident. I usually hold back, don’t let a mouth milk my load. Not until my cock’s buried in a pussy; wet, tight and dripping. That’s when I let go. But this one? This needy little cum whore? He doesn’t get to know the truth. Let him think I chose to finish in him. Desperate guys like him need to believe we alphas are always in control.
Now here I was, with my actual girlfriend, and my dick barely twitched unless I imagined that same heat. That same grip. That same fucking submission.
She started going down again, slower this time. Careful and sweet.
I grunted, jaw clenching. I grabbed the back of her head again, this time firmer, trying to guide her and force her to take more of my cock.
“Harder, fucking bitc— ”
I stopped.
Eyes widened.
She froze.
My heart fucking dropped.
“Harder, f–fucking beautiful babe,” I corrected myself, voice too fast, too sharp. I coughed like I could cover it up, raked a hand through my hair. “Sorry. Got a little carried away.”
She blinked. Hesitated. But smiled. “You good, baby?”
I nodded, lying through my teeth. “Yeah.”
But I wasn’t.
I wasn’t even close.
Because in my head I wasn’t here with her.
I was back on the couch thinking about that slut Mikey’s head tilted over the edge, his throat stretched wide around my cock. I’d felt his tongue trying to reach my balls. I saw that fat stream of spit roll down his cheek. I’d felt him gulp when I came...actually gulp like he didn’t want to miss a drop.
And now this soft little blowjob from the girl I love just felt… flat.
I guided her back up to her feet, kissed her on the mouth to distract her. She giggled, crawled up onto my lap, straddling me.
“You wanna fuck?” she whispered.
I nodded. Sure. Why not.
But my cock didn’t stay hard.
Because I was too busy thinking about the slut two doors down, probably touching himself and jerking off with my underwear up his nose, probably moaning my name.
And part of me -
The darkest part-
Wanted to go find him.
Just to see how deep he’d let me go this time.
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